This month has been slipping away from me with alarming speed, and yet, I am tiring of summer, perhaps the earliest ever in the season. It's not even August yet, and I am craving fall and somewhat listless While the heat has been bad a few days in the past couple of weeks, most of it has been reasonably mild in between. I am just ready for later starts and more productive time in the studios before the day has taken bites out of me both physically and mentally. I work faster and better and more energetic when I haven't spent my day dealing with library (and mostly busy work since my go-to ILL student has been away at an internship and her replacement works less days.)
Lately, I find myself battling frustrations on all fronts at not getting as much done, at not working as quickly as I need to, and have to talk myself off ledges I should not even be on. The writing has all but slowed to a trickle, and I'm hoping to get back on track in August with some other projects. I am trying better to live as a whole person and not just a productivity machine (and at this point, a glitchy one at that). I'm struggling to feel in control of things and it's taking both mental and physical toll.
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